I cannot sleep until I resolve this thing
Or at the very least
Have some sort of plan
Your silent presence
Weighs down upon my chest
Each moment the mass is increasing
Until I MUST get away
Even then I find it difficult to move
Slowly and quietly with the impetus of sudden resolve
I move away to my own space
To attempt to think
The clarity is continually obscured
By the ache in my heart
Which, although I attempt to stifle it
Cries out for you
I become more resentful
That you should make my attempts at thought impotent
And yet you do not come to me
All night long
My thoughts fly about like butterflies
Some landing for a moment
Others briefly flash their brilliant colours
And die
I am exhausted
My mind dozes momentarily
And is then startled awake
My eyes look about the room
I hear your regular breathing
You are asleep
I am alone
You have no answers
And despite all my effort
Neither do I
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